coward.
the word itself is unpalatable to a practiced...

crumple this up after you're done reading
because honesty is a beast in drunken stupor...

and if i die,
i don’t want you to mourn me...

flesh wounds excise fragments of you,
while you’re torn between licking wounds...

… a being in direct conflict with your
own existence; to house the most...

you collaborated with silence,
fleeced by darkness, so...

Home insisted on grief—an overabundance of never...
consisting of too little, reduced to living in...

imminent like the blossoming of night-jasmines,
my tongue is ripe with music, my heart pulsates...

And of all roots –
I’ve eschewed yours...

sorrow is a bird taking to an etherized sky,
flapping its wings as hard as its little body...

morals in abeyance, our sin-stained lips
take to every vice with black-tar dreams...

my skin drinks in the sun, turning a
shade or two darker – a homage to our...